(BROVERSE): Broverse is an Alternative Universe fairly similar to the OT3verse with the sole difference that Sam and Raiden are not engaged in a homosexual relationship but instead are friends.
Summary: Raiden proves himself to be dumb in areas concerning domestic affairs.
Rating: K+
Genre(s): Humor
It was Thursday afternoon when Jack unexpectedly came torpedoing into the house in some rampant desperate search for—
"Rose! Do we have any of those pads you use for soaking up blood?"
Rose blinked, no doubt taken aback.
"It's in the bathroom," she stammered out, blinking as Jack made a beeline for said bathroom. Rose hesitantly peered out from the kitchen and down the hallway, her mommy senses tingling. Needless to say, she was a bit concerned as to what type of situation Jack got into that warranted the need for a first-aid kid. "Is there something wrong, honey?"
Light flooded the bathroom. Rose spied an assortment of toiletries being flung out into the hallway—items that got in the way of Jack's search for cotton gauze pads.
"Sam cracked his skull open and is bleeding out!" Jack hollered.
Oh my! Rose's hand flew up to her mouth. "Should I call 911?" she asked urgently.
"Nah, he's experienced much worse than that!"
He's experienced…what? Rose furrowed her brows. The number of things more severe than an open head injury probably weren't even in the double digits.
A triumphant gasp indicated that her husband found what he was looking for. A Jack-shaped blur dashed out of the bathroom and through the front door with the final parting words—"Thanks, honey! I'll call you if things get worse!"
Rose sighed and went to clean up the mess Jack left behind.
…
About forty-five minutes later, the front door was assaulted with the rapping of knuckles. The man behind the door wasn't Jack—rather, it was Sam, and this Sam definitely looked like he'd seen better days. He was sporting bandages around his forehead and nursing a grimace.
Before Rose could utter a word, she was swiftly interrupted by the ramshackled Brazilian.
"I thought perhaps you would like these back, Senhora." Sam unceremoniously shoved a wad of crumpled yet clean maxi pads into Rose's hands. "These were the ones I was able to stop your husband from slapping on me."
Rose was a little speechless. "Where…where is Jack?" she asked dumbly.
A grin weaseled its way on Sam's otherwise tired face.
"I sent him to the drugstore to buy you more sanitary napkins."
